One Direction, One Shots! (CLOSED FOR REQUESTS)

I'll Never Leave You (Kelayn)

“He has to be alright,” was all I could whisper as I sat in the back of the ambulance. “He just has to…”

I watched in pain as he just lay there on the bed; bloody, bruised and broken. Hi chest was only slightly rising and falling, his clothes stained a dark red. It wasn’t meant to be like this, it wasn’t meant to end now. Why did this have to happen to us?

“Miss,” said one of the paramedics, Mark I believe was his name.

I didn’t look the man’s way, my eyes just stayed glued on him.

“Miss,” he repeated more strongly. “I have to clean your arm. My friend here Jonathon will monitor your boyfriend.”

I stayed still for a second or two before turning my body so that I could face Mark; but I continued to watch him.

“Thank you,” he said before taking out a couple of bandages and antiseptic.

My arm was throbbing in pain, but I paid no attention to it. Nor did I pay attention to the burning sensation that appeared as soon as the cream of some sort made contact with my skin.

“There, all done,” said Mark as he finished bandaging up my arm.

I allowed myself to tear my gaze away from him momentarily; just to inspect the damages done to my arm. As I looked down I discovered that it had all been cleaned; but the bandage did not stand out as much as I thought it would against my Irish skin. Perhaps I should be thankful for the coldness, which was contributing to my already pale shade.

After a few more minutes of glancing out the window I felt the vehicle slow down, and noticed that we had arrived at the hospital. Which one, I didn’t know. Nor did I care; I just wanted them to help him already.

“We’re here now love,” said Jonathon in a soft voice, and I exited through the doors.

While he and Mark slowly and delicately pulled the bed of which his body rested on the driver, a female by the name of Terri, led me through the doors. She noticed my quietness and offered a hopefully smile.

“It’s going to be okay babe,” she said.

All I could do was nod before continuing down the white halls. We passed through the A&E, where I observed the sick and hurt patients. But none were as hurt as him. We passed the main desk, where a young nurse noticed who he was and gasped. Her eyes wide, she glanced at me. She mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry’ but it was too late for me to reply; we were already well on our way. Arriving at the room of which he was to be situated I stood back, just watching them hook him up to different tubes. It was too hard to stay there; I had to get out of the room. I just leant on the door next to the wall; successfully holding in my emotions. Well, that was until I saw Niall, Danielle and Liam; their eyes worried and sad.

Before I could stop them legs began giving away. I felt my body slipping against the white concrete. Luckily, just as I fell a strong pair of arms caught me. I looked up to Niall, and without a word being said he pulling me into a warm embrace; a Horan hug. It was nice to be held, but honestly all I wanted to touch right now was him; let him know that it wasn’t too late. After a couple if seconds he pulled away.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I shook my head and proceeded to biting my lip so that I wouldn’t cry. Danielle and I found a seat and immediately sat down. She pulled me into yet another hug; and as I felt two hands rest in support on my shoulder, one belonging to Niall and the other to Liam, I knew that I could not hold it in any longer. I burst into fits of tears and heard voices as they tried to soothe my pain. Finally, I stopped crying into Danielle and looked out to find that the rest of the crew and my family had arrived. My father handed me a bottle of water, and I tried to smile gratefully but it was too hard. I took the drink and slowly downed a small amount. It felt good do have something against my dry throat. A doctor then entered, middle aged and tan. He took a clipboard and walked up to me.